first thoughts on second parts

"She ran in to use the bathroom on her way to work, left her bicycle on the stoop outside and disappeared down the hall. Black braids were threaded with reds and violets, and I sat blue haired and paralyzed, transfixed by her Medusan post-modernity, a vision of Nancy in oversized Adidas and flared denim overalls. Angel wings spread from shoulder to shoulder, and in the center of her chest sat a powder blue cut-diamond heart. I watched her from the safety of the sofa, hood pulled up over my ears, listening to Cecilia bait Corola about her job at the drive-through window. It was their apartment, and they had been fighting since the womb."